Ashley Capaci Whore ❤️

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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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I am the whore archetype. Many would feel shame identifying with the traits of a whore but I feel incredibly proud.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m walking home down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I just wanna collapse. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop for a sec, and it lifts my spirits. Capaci has this vibe, you know? Even on a rough day, there’s beauty everywhere.

HAPPENED TODAY – Massacre of Capaci, 28 years ago the assassination of Falcone